this is my heart leap in his chest.
If you just see it, now I can not speak more
:
language breaks:
light a fire under my skin runs:
anything I see with the eyes and ears
me roar:
a cold sweat comes over me: a
tremor shakes me all over: more green
grass, and not far from being dead ... I feel
Sappho, fragment 31 Voight
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